So... you thought only one person had the worst taste in men?
You were wrong.
A* is not alone in her lack of judgment for the brawnier gender.
I was once married in a time when parents left, cats marked, jobs started and long buried reality surfaced.
No, she is not buried under my old tool shed.
My mailman is.
Nope, she is buried up in Boston.
By buried, I mean blogging.
By Boston, I mean... um.... well, Boston.
Check out the woman slow enough to marry me and smart enough to no longer be.
I want you all to meet her. She's the best ex-wife a man can have and one hell of a scribe.